As a child at our family church there was a spinster that sang in the choir very like Mrs. Miller. Unlike her, though, this lady was usually a note or 3 off, and of course, insistant that she sing a solo at least once every month or 2. It was with a mix of great trepidation and delight to the youth of the congregation when we would discover on the service program, one of these treats was due. I could always feel the heat of my mothers stare catching my eye with a threatening glare of future punishment if she detected any snickering by us. Of course, there was the most delicious feeling of uncontrollable laughter welling up inside. I noticed the look was always passed on to my dad who was seated himself in the mens section of the choir.😊❤😊
Suveränt. Såg just hela serien på SVT Play. Idel gamla stridshästar: Rydeberg, Arne Källerud, Hans Lindgren, Börje Mellvig, John Harrysson, Tor Isedal.
Estonian lost in America for a long time. This song fills me with wonder again. I used to play pretend in the pines of rural America me and sister heroes of the Viking age. Perhaps it was real? Jomsviking
Это чудо - Гленн Гульд ! Слушаю его часами и верю ему, как Богу! Его одарённость под силу только СВЯТЫМ, как и гениям В.А.Моцарту, Л.ван Бетховену, И.С.Баху! Гленн, я люблю тебя! И ты жив! Я то знаю! Живи в веках! Счастливый ты!
У каждого своя дорога к миру прекрасной музыки и своё время... Я пришёл в эту Божественную обитель в 60 лет. А сейчас думаю -как я обходился без этого волшебства?
That vibrato - unforgettable. And what I mean is, you want to forget her singing but it sticks in your mind like peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth.
Kraftstoff made a version, maybe not metal but more goth. The melody, however, isn't Schubert's, as it is in Numminens case. open.spotify.com/track/391i4efAEu5ZdTse25naIc?si=o3k9oJtqQZiQe6NqSU_2VA
